as The Day Mommy Bought Me A Happy Meal.

Milk, apples, a hamburger, and the clincher: A crappy plastic toy onto which Mommy DID put every single itty bitty, eensy weensy, totally ridiculous little sticker because I asked her to.

Yes, fast food is normally a Daddy Only (aka: Over My Dead Body) experience, but we were running late for bedtime, he was hungry, and I hadn’t fixed him any dinner yet.  So I shelled out my dollar bills and handed him his Happy Meal.  Much to his delight.